Emotional Coldness Quotes

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

Friendship is but a name. I love no one.

Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

The hands of those I meet are dumbly eloquent to me. The touch of some hands is an impertinence. I have met people so empty of joy, that when I clasped their frosty finger-tips, it seemed as if I were shaking hands with a northeast storm.

I'm exactly as I appear. There is no warm, lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.

Don’t be afraid,” she said, coldly, “ as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a good deal to overcome her pride. Don’t be afraid, John.

Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.

I love my family and I had a very wonderful, magical childhood. But New Jersey was actually a very cold place. There was such an intense concentration of wealth, and such a low concentration of any actual human happiness.

Love as intense as ice, love as remote as blackness.

Graham Greene famously said that all writers need a chip of ice in their heart; Cusk can come across as the most beautiful ice palace of stalactites and stalagmites, and some people find her company, albeit by proxy, about as inviting as a long weekend in a walk-in frigidaire.

but their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.

We are cold to others only when we are dull in ourselves.

She pulls away, pats me on the shoulder with three mini-pats, like those used to pet reptiles.

She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.

She's very pretty but she's honey from the icebox, if you know what I mean. Cold sweets won't spread.

My girlfriend has been the ice.

You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.

There is no love left in your eyes, there is no love between your thighs.

Show me a frigid women and, nine times out of ten, I'll show you a little man.

You can find me in the frozen mood section.

But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

Deliver me from your cold phlegmatic preachers, politicians, friends, lovers and husbands.

They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.